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Hi Maestros i am in love with poetry, but whenever I start to write somthing of my own, my thoughts start to fumble, I often have words that stumble and get so much crushed under pressure and finally I crumble. strength leaves my body that is necessary to hold a pen, my concious starts scolding, you are fucking old, if not now, then when? I pick my courage and lock it inside my vault of chest, like a little chicken is protected by its mama hen. I believe you maestros have ability, to hunt your thoughts and words, like a shark Can you please lent some advise for a little puppy who really wants to bark. #review#critically #khaahk